It's ok if you get hurt (Open)

[ava marx]

Stupid, no good, jerks! Jerks! Jerks! Jerks! It had been a month since she had seen her hair straighter and there were only so many days she could shot up to work with lunatic hair before the period excuse wore off. With an angry grunt the woman kicked open the back door letting it bang as loud as it wanted to. She bent down to pick up her lock picking kit before stuffing it into her jacket. “Humph, that’ll show her to keep my iron for too long.” She muttered stepping into the empty house. It was a little sad she couldn’t ask her neighbor to return the beloved hair straighter, even sadder she had taken a day off just to break into their home. But at least it got the job done and she preferred this over having to endure any kind of small talk with her neighbors. It wasn’t that the Ava was breaking and entering to be spiteful. She was just in desperate need of the flat iron.

The soldier shook her head concentrating on finding the beauty tool. She took a moment to admire the kitchen before casually opening the fridge and browsing through the contents. “Nothing appetizing, as expected....” The strategist voiced in slight annoyance before moving on. Much like her house the layout seemed similar. Some windows were out of place but Ava navigated through the place fairly easily. No problems yet, and thankfully no pets. Not yet anyway. Quickly she ran up the stairs, opening a few doors before rushing into the master room’s bathroom. The an overwhelming mix of smells hit her nose making Ava gag. “Someone wears too much perfume…” she managed to herself before locating the rolled flat iron dumped on the floor, unplugged, amid a tangle of other wires and cables. Brilliant.

Ava let out a huff, watching her bangs blown upwards for a moment before falling back down messily. She bent down reaching for the flat iron before her elbow smashed against something. Only seconds later when it later in front of her did she realized she had just destroyed a pair of bottles of perfume. Or cologne, whatever the bottle had previously been before shattering into pieces. “Oops…my bad.” Ava said slowly making a note to leave money to replace the bottles. Then she hurriedly began yanking away the cord or her hair straighter, praying no one was in hearing distance for any of that. Silently, she argued with herself. She shouldn’t worry at all. After all, no one saw her right?
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[lucien masters]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ After a morning of reading and filling out piles and piles of paperwork, Lucien decided he needed fresh air. There was only so long that the man could stay seated in his stuffy office before he started getting fidgety and that was something his employees didn’t need to see. For someone who usually held himself with such a dignified air, to allow anyone to see him twitching around would be utterly humiliating. He had an image to uphold, after all! The sunlight streaming down from the clear, eggshell blue sky and the gentle, crisp breeze made the walk all the more enjoyable. Who wouldn’t want to take advantage of such beautiful weather? Clearly not Lucien Masters. As he walked around the surrounding neighborhoods, the man stumbled across quite the oddity in such a well-ordered and wealthy district. He watched the pink haired woman pick the lock on some unfortunate person’s house, in broad daylight to be exact. This even wouldn’t have surprised him had it been anywhere else but northern charis district. After all, even though this area held all the people of wealth, it would have been stupid to break into someone’s house there of all places. It only made since that there would be robberies in wealthy neighborhood, but Lucien was pretty sure that the punishment for being caught robbing anyone of wealth and power would be far more severe than it would be if they robbed anyone else. As the door was kicked open, the loud bang that echoed from the freshly opened entryway brought him back to reality. Hmm. That woman was really brave to be so bold about her break-in. He had no intentions of stopping her, but wouldn’t it be nice to have some blackmail on another idiot? A smirk slipped on his lips as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket, waiting at a distance from the house’s entrance for the robber to emerge. When she did at last, holding a messily wrapped flat iron in her grasp, he snapped the picture. “That’s a useless thing to steal from another person’s home,” Lucien remarked, saving the photo and shoving the cell phone into his pocket. “But stealing is stealing. What do you have to say for yourself?” He watched her careful, hoping she was more surprised than angry. If she tried to attack him, he would probably be in trouble. He wasn’t exactly the strongest man around, his strength lay more in his intelligence and manipulation of people than in his physique. He just hoped she wouldn’t try anything. [/style]

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[ava marx]

No one had entered the house, and she didn’t here anyone coming up the steps. After counting to sixty the woman decided it was safe enough to venture downstairs. As expected she didn’t see anyone. Good, everything had gone over quite smoothly, and now she could get home and fix her wild hair. However, as soon as she stepped out she found a young man standing out in the backyard putting away a cell phone that had no doubt either dialed the police or taken evidence of her breaking and entering her neighbor’s home. Crap. She didn’t even know the twerp so she couldn’t be sure if he was someone she could easily dispose of. Ava’s face remained blank with surprise she dug up for options in her head.

She looked down at her flat iron adjusting the cord and beginning to neatly wrap it around itself before looking up and giving Lucien a stern look. “It’s pretty useful in my opinion, but that’s none of your business. The better question is why are you trespassing, and confronting a thief unarmed?” she countered. Ava was fairly sure her flat iron could be used as a weapon if she needed. She took a few slow steps towards him, getting a better look. He looked young but was practically taller. She couldn’t underestimate the stranger’s strength. “Pretty stupid aren't you?” she added, trying her best to intimidate the other. She tensed, readying herself for any move she might have to make. She couldn’t let him get away without figuring out what his deal was.

“What did you just do?” she questioned suspiciously, her grip tightening around her hair straighter and she stepped towards him a bit more until she was just a couple of feet away from him. She didn’t like Lucien’s face. It bothered Ava. Lucien’s face had a really annoying quality to it.
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[lucien masters]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ He had her attention now, but from the way she looked at him, he wasn’t quite sure he wanted it now. The way the pink haired thief examined him gave him the impression that she was sizing him up. Had she just decided whether or not he was a threat to him? Maybe he should have just snapped the picture then departed. He could have done his research and learned the woman’s identity then call upon her with bodyguards around… It was too late now. Lucien could only hope he could out run her should she decided to lunge at him. He was fairly sure that was unlikely since he couldn’t run to save his life. There was a reason he had bodyguards. All he had going for him was that unfaltering poker face he wore so well. It never failed him, especially now. “I’m a concerned citizen.” He responded, smoothly. “If there are thieves stealing from my neighbors, my valuables could be next. That would be terrible.” She thought he was stupid? He may have made stupid move, but that did not make him stupid by any means. There may have been a chance he had unintentionally ended his life at that moment, but he wasn’t dead yet. It was like a game, it wasn’t lost until it was lost. There was always a chance to turn the tides to his favor. He just needed to figure out what he had to do to make that happen should the worst case scenario happen. “Is that a threat?” “I took a picture,” He answered, holding his ground despite the threat the woman before him posed. “And I sent it to my secretary’s email. She’ll send it out should anything happen to me.” It was a bluff, but he played it off well enough. There was only a slight possibility that she could see through his lies, but as far as he was concerned, she wasn’t intelligent enough to. “Even if you try to harm me, you’ll be caught. If I were you, I could cut the threats and beg not to be turned in.” [/style]

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[ava marx]

Ava could only stare at the male with the slightest of attention. She really just wanted to go home. She had a day off so she wanted to enjoy it after finally being reunited with her flat iron and catch up on her level grinding. She hadn’t had time to play any video games recently and it was really starting to leave her in a gloomier mood than usual. “Can we get on with it Mr. I-Actually-Don’t-Care?” she asked softly with a small sigh following. She shook her head in reply. “I never threatened you. I merely stated you are stupid.” Ava explained. She was thinking of threats to go through with, even if she didn’t voice them out loud though.

Ava snickered as she was informed of his actions. Really, what exactly did the guys think would happen to him for taking a picture of a woman leaving a house with a flat iron? “Ooooh~ Panicky too aren’t you?” she added letting out a small giggle. She felt herself relax knowing there wasn’t much to fear from a man with a picture of her leaving her neighbors house with her own flat iron. Technically it was breaking and entering. Oh. She paused, her expression hardening as she realized she was about to be blackmailed. Maybe she could ignore it? After all she was a valued strategist working for the government. Surely they could fix the problem for her? After all isn’t that was being rich or being in the government was all about. Besides she had brownie points for having never had the need to use those special privileges. If she even had them to begin with. “I do not beg. I negotiate.” Ava responded after dwelling on her own thoughts for a long enough time.

“Don’t beat around the bush. Who are you and what do you want with me?” she asked coolly resting a hand on her hips. “And don’t waist time kid.”
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